Chapter 23: Keeping the Way of Women
Wen Xun's outstretched fingertips stiffened.
The warm wind fell on the fingertips, and only the chill was felt.
After a moment of silence, she slowly withdrew her hand, turned it back to it, and repeated the process of washing her hands.
Once, twice, three times...... Lu Jinyan didn't stop, and she didn't stop.
I don't know how many times I washed it, but my delicate skin has been washed out of white folds by the water.
Wen Xun felt that her endurance had been swept to the limit by the current.
Taking a deep breath, she suddenly raised her hand and screwed on the faucet.
"Jinyan."
She turned, her back against the sink:
"Things are not what you think. I'm trapped in the reference room, and my uncle did come to look for me, but he came to me because I treated his wound two days ago and now no one is changing his dressing. When I went downstairs, the stairwell was dark, and I twisted my foot again, and he pulled me. ”
Wen Xun finished speaking in one breath, and his heart was pounding.
Lu Jinyan drove the wheelchair to slowly approach, he raised his face and stared at Wen Xun's face for a while, and then slowly fell his gaze on her hand that had just been washed countless times.
Reaching out to grab her hand, this time he didn't work as hard as before, but it was also held firmly, and there was no room for her to escape.
"Then you say, there are so many hospitals in Cloud City, and the Lu family also has a special medical team, why doesn't he look for anyone, and he still looks for you in the middle of the night?"
That's a good question, and Wen Xun wants to know it too.
But she couldn't answer Lu Jinyan like this.
"He probably doesn't think it's a glorious thing and doesn't want to alarm others."
She gave Lu Yu a reason.
This argument is compelling at other times of the day.
But at three o'clock in the middle of the night, this convincing power is greatly reduced.
Lu Jinyan stared at Wen Xun, his eyes were calm like a deep well that had not seen sunlight for thousands of years.
Suddenly, he turned the wheelchair around with lightning speed, grabbed Wen Xun's hand and pulled her to the washstand next to her.
That's for him, with his height setting.
He rudely pulled Wen Xun's hand to the faucet.
The icy cold water poured down instantly, soaking Wen Xun's skin, Wen Xun suddenly became agitated, and couldn't help but resist.
struggled twice, but did not break free of Lu Jinyan's seemingly weak hands.
"Lu Jinyan, what are you doing? You let go of me. ”
Wen Xun couldn't bear it.
"What am I doing? What do you say I'm doing? I just don't want my wife to have the smell of other men on her hands, what's wrong with me? ”
Lu Jinyan gritted his teeth and desperately dragged Wen Xun's arm under the faucet.
The woman's delicate arms rubbed against the washstand, and the man's hands tied her like iron ropes. She struggled too hard, Lu Jinyansen's cold eyes flashed fiercely, and she suddenly freed up a hand and grabbed Wen Xun's messy long hair.
"Ah......h
Wen Xun screamed in pain, Lu Jinyan's angry face leaned over, and his red eyes stared at her.
"Ah Xun, didn't anyone teach you to abide by women's morals when you get married? Your hand can only be touched by me, do you know? Did You Know? ”
Lu Jinyan let out a suppressed roar, his fingertips pressed against Wen Xun's wrist, and his nails cut a bloody mark deep into her skin.
Wen Xun bit his lip, unable to endure the man's anger any longer, took a deep breath, and then the corner of his eye suddenly raised the hand that was not imprisoned and slapped it towards Lu Jinyan's face.
"Smack......
The air was suffocated like death.